mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · red eyes · gothic · dangerous · romance · mystery
The Tower of Astronomy was drowned in a violet dusk, the night sky bleeding through its stone arches. The air smelled of spilled butterbeer and the dust of ancient scrolls Tom had scattered over a table. The boys' laughter echoed off the walls as Theo celebrated his victory, and Mattheo, braced against the railing, panted with a crooked smile. Just then, the echo of footsteps and feminine laughter climbed the stairs. Astoria launched herself into Draco's arms, Pansy melted into Blaise, Daphne kissed Theo, and you appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame and breathing hard. Mattheo watched you, his red eyes alight with curiosity. —And who's this? —he asked, straightening up and setting his bottle aside. His gaze fixed on you, direct, waiting for an answer.